When the kids are away, the dog doesn't play.

In July, Ice took the kids camping with a group from their church. I stayed home because a.) I don't do tents and b.) I don't do church. I spent the entire weekend in my office and accomplished in two days what would have taken me two weeks otherwise.

The dog stayed home with me and she didn't accomplish anything. She didn't eat for the entire weekend and didn't want to play. Instead, she moped.

This past weekend, Ice took the kids camping again. I stayed home because a.) I still don't do tents and b.) we got the dog spayed on Thursday and she needed to rest. I had planned to redesign and update this blog (and turn the comments back on) but obviously that didn't happen. I did, however, leave my office and spent about half the time in the den, watching movies. Having a laptop is wonderfully liberating.

The dog moped again but this time, she stepped it up a notch. Not only did she refuse to eat and play, she wouldn't drink anything, wouldn't go outside to pee or poop (even if I dragged her to the middle of the yard, she'd turn around and run right back into the garage), AND she spent a good portion of the weekend either standing exactly where I left her or turning her back on me.

Those last two things might have had something to do with the fact that I was forced to "cone" her when she wouldn't leave her stitches alone. Ok, that had a lot to do with it.

When Ice and the kids returned home on Sunday, she promptly peed on the floor and then again in the garage before they could get the door open. When she came back inside, she ate and drank and decided maybe I wasn't such a vile person after all. We should have named her Stubborn Ass instead of Abby.

I've decided that the next time they all go away for a weekend, they're taking the dog with them. Then maybe I can have a vacation too instead of spending far too much time cajoling and/or feeling guilty.

Then again, on both weekends, I was going a bit stir-crazy by the second day with no one to talk to. Practically bouncing off the walls, checking my email every five minutes, reading blogs and complaining that no one was posting (like I should talk). Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't had the dog around to swear at.

Posted by Ripley on August 21, 2006

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